Gemotions

The train car felt small, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and desperation. He'd been trying to escape this city, this life, for months. He reached for his phone, intending to text his brother, “Gotta go, can't stay.” A careless tap of the screen and the message went to his ex-wife. She'd always understood the urge to run, to vanish. He saw the notification almost immediately, and a wave of nausea washed over him. He felt the cold metal of the subway car sink into his very bones, he couldn't move.